“Yes.”
“Then I’d better obey. I don’t want to be court-martialed.” The words were teasing, but her voice was filled with desire.
He waited for her to comply, too far gone to help her without ruining the suit.
She reached around behind her and undid the bottom string holding her top in place. It fell down her sides, pulling the material away at the edges, but not revealing what he most needed to see.
“The other one, too.”
She reached up and untied the bow at her neck, pulling the top farther up until the underswell of her breasts showed, but nothing else. Her eyes glowed feminine challenge at him as she peeled the top away to reveal dark red nipples, puckered and swollen. She cupped her own breasts and rotated her palms over her turgid peaks until he thought he would explode in his trunks from watching her.
Her head tipped back, her mouth parting and her breathing rupturing. “This feels good, Daniel, but not nearly as good as it does when you touch me.”
“Then let me touch you.”
He started forward, but she put her hand up. “Not yet.”
He stopped, every muscle in his body vibrating with tension at the stress of holding back.
“I’m not finished.” Her hands dropped to her sides, and she tugged at the ends of the bows on either side of her hips.
Sweat broke out on his brow, and his fingers curled into tight fists with the effort it took not to reach out and touch her.
With teasing slowness, she unraveled the ties, but the wet suit stayed attached to her body.
“Pull it off.” He kept his hands locked at his sides, needing to watch her unveil herself for him on a primitive level he couldn’t begin to understand. “Please.”
Using them to tug the bottoms away from her skin, she spread her legs, and the green scrap of material fell to the floor, leaving her gloriously naked.
The burnished brown curls at the juncture of her thighs glistened with moisture that could be from the spa or her own excitement. The scent emanating off of her said she was very aroused, and he needed to taste that wetness to tell.
He fell to his knees in front of her and pressed her lips apart with his fingers. More glistening moisture beckoned as well as her clitoris, deep red with arousal. He put his mouth on her, and she screamed his name, her fingers locking tightly in his hair.
Swirling his tongue around her swollen bud, he reveled in the way she thrust her hips toward him, silently demanding more. He wanted to give it to her and changed the angle of his mouth so he could taste her very essence.
So sweet. He could eat her like this into eternity.
With a desperate rhythm, she pleasured herself on his tongue, but her panting pleas told him, she couldn’t find the ultimate satisfaction without his cooperation.
He wanted to be inside her when it happened and surged to his feet. She swayed, and he reached out to steady her, ready to pull her to him and make love.
But she stepped back. “Wait right here.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m still wet.”
“That’s not a problem.”
“I mean my body,” she croaked on a laugh that should have been impossible considering how excited they both were.
She spun on her heel and disappeared into the bathroom. She reappeared scant seconds later holding a fluffy bath towel. She used it to dry herself off, touching herself in places he was dying to taste again, and then moved forward until she stood directly in front of him.
“I want to dry you off, too.”
“Okay.” His voice cracked like an adolescent’s, and he didn’t even care. “But hurry.”
She started by taking his trunks off, carefully pulling the wet nylon over his throbbing hard-on and then pushing it down his thighs until he was as naked as she was.
“Step out of them,” she instructed, and he did, wondering how long he could let her be in charge.
If he’d thought the way she dried herself off was erotic foreplay, it was nothing compared to the way she used the towel to soak up excess moisture from his skin while exciting him to a painful level of arousal.
“I need you,” he whispered thickly as he lifted her against him.
“I need you, too, Daniel. Always.”
He couldn’t concentrate on the significance of that word, but he relished the knowledge she was as much his as he was hers. The ongoing obsession was a shared one.
She locked her legs around him like she’d done in the pool. This time there was no barrier of swimsuits to get in their way, and his sex pushed up inside of her. She pressed downward, so slick with her own excitement that he achieved penetration in one smooth advance.
Wrapping her arms around his head, she kissed him with voracious passion he more than matched. Using his hands on her hips, he moved her up and down on him, gyrating his pelvis with each thrust, and she came without warning on his fourth surge upward.
She convulsed around him, her body locked to his with complete and utter abandon. He couldn’t stop thrusting, and she made a guttural noise low in her throat, tearing her lips from his.
“Daniel, it’s too much!”
He just shook his head, unable to verbalize, but she wasn’t trying to get out of his arms, so he didn’t stop. Suddenly, she buried her face in his neck, and her body shook in a second orgasm. She bit him, and he reveled in the small violence, feeling his own orgasm build at the base of his shaft.
He wanted to drive for fulfillment with everything in him. Moving until he could press her against the wall, he started thrusting inside her with the power and depth he needed.
“I’m going to come!”
Chapter 16
Josie shook her head frantically, her hair sweeping against his chest. “Stop, Daniel.”
Was she crazy? “I can’t.”
“You have to.” She grabbed his head by the hair and pulled. “You’re not wearing a condom.”
For the first time since he became sexually active, he seriously considered finishing without it, but that wouldn’t be fair to Josie.
He barely had the strength to make it to the bed, but he did, and he laid her down before scrambling for a condom. He put it on with shaking fingers, his body strung so tight, he was a hairsbreadth from snapping.
He came back over her, looking down into her beautiful face. “You know the damage could already have been done?”
“My period is due any day. You’re safe.” There was something in her voice he didn’t like, but he forgot about it as she pulled his body into hers once again.
He wanted to come so bad he could taste it, but he needed her to be with him, not merely accepting his body into hers as reciprocation for the pleasure he’d given her. He leaned down and took a ripe raspberry nipple into his mouth and started sucking.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I love it when you take me in your mouth,” she panted, her willingness to go on the journey of pleasure with him once again lacing every syllable.
He didn’t reply, but kept stimulating her with his teeth and tongue, moving to her other nipple as she started to writhe under him again. She whimpered and arched toward him as his hand moved between their bodies to find her already swollen sweet spot and touch it in the way he’d learned brought her the most pleasure.
She thrust upward, and they moved together, both seeking the ultimate pleasure in each other’s bodies.
